Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2005 06:38:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Sexy Weekend, Adult Friends, 1/1
Sexy Weekend
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I'd met David during a business trip to his city, when
I was referred to him by a mutual friend who shared
our interest in safe sex. David had retired early,
after making a killing in the stock market, and was at
home when I drove up that Thursday evening. It turned
out he was exactly my age, 60, but had more hair than
I. He was slightly shorter than my six feet, slightly
stockier, and had a warm, friendly manner that put me
at ease immediately.
David showed me to his guest room, well-equipped with
a queen-size bed, and when I informed him that I'd had
dinner while still on the road wished me a good night,
stating that I'd better be fresh for my series of
business meetings the next day. He added that I should
stay the weekend with him, as he wanted me to try his
pool and hot tub, as well getting to know him better.
Friday morning he had coffee ready for me when I
awoke, and soon I was cleaned up and on my way. I'd
told him I'd be back by four at the latest, and then
we could relax before I began the drive home Sunday
afternoon. My business that day went very well, and
just before four I was ringing David's bell again. He
was wearing a bathrobe when he answered, and suggested
that I jump into the pool with him as soon as I was
undressed.
He meant that literally, as his back yard had a high
fence, preventing anyone from peering into it, because
David enjoyed sunbathing nude. I doffed my clothes in
two minutes flat, and we went into the pool. In the
few seconds I had to see before we were under water, I
noted that David's penis, like mine, had escaped the
knife, and the head was covered with a sleeve of
sensitive, flexible skin. This was reassuring, because
now I was sure we each would know how to handle the
other's cock.
After lolling around for half an hour, during which he
elicited from me the fact that I enjoyed martinis, as
he did, David suggested we try the hot tub. I was
happy to get into the 104-degree water, because the
pool had become slightly chilly. David went into the
house and returned with two martinis on the rocks,
which we enjoyed while immersed in the hot water. We
inevitably began talking about or sexual developments.
David told me he'd had his first orgasm at age 12, as
I had, by self-stimulation. We'd both enjoyed
masturbation, alone or with a partner, more than other
forms of sexual expression. We agreed that women, on
the average, don't know how to handle a cock for
maximum pleasure.
I felt his fingers close around my cock as we spoke,
making my well-lubricated head slosh around inside its
fleshy envelope. "I like that," he said. "Your cock
has a big head on it." I wrapped my hand around his
cock, feeling it grow between my fingers. We didn't
work each other up to full-hard, but the mutual
exploration was both stimulating and relaxing.
It didn't take long for us to finish the martinis and
to decide we'd had enough of the very hot water, and
we went into David's bathroom to towel ourselves dry.
We took the opportunity to inspect each other more
closely. The hot water had made the smooth muscles in
our genitals relax, and our balls were hanging as low
as they ever would. Our foreskins also were relaxed,
and both orifices were almost gaping. I noted that
David's flaccid prick seemed to be a bit shorter than
mine, possibly because mine had a long, funnel-shaped
foreskin projecting beyond the glans in a thick
nipple. David's fleshy foreskin ended right at the tip
of his glans, and when he lifted his prick to show me,
I saw the pee-hole through the orifice. His cock-head
had a nice-sized ridge on it, which showed clearly
through the ample hood.
He led the way to his king-size bed, saying that I was
perfectly welcome to spend the night with him, or
sleep in the other bedroom. We sat facing each other
on the bed, legs parted, his thighs over mine. He
reached out to roll my foreskin nipple between thumb
and forefinger, while I squeezed his bulky glans
through the enveloping hood. This stimulation had
immediate effect, because our cocks began swelling.
David caressed my engorging cock-ridge with his other
hand, watching as my prick lengthened within its
foreskin. David's prick, on the other hand, seemed to
be growing out of his foreskin.
David's emerging glans was wet with dew, shiny and
awaiting my caresses. I steadied it with one hand and
placed a fingertip on the blunt nose, right over the
pouting hole, to spread the slippery liquid over his
sensitive tissues. His cock was now full-hard, and the
foreskin had stripped back to lie inverted over the
shaft behind his high, flaring ridge. Now I saw the
biggest difference between our male organs. His was
more of a "grower" than mine, almost seven inches
erect, while mine was only about six. This, plus my
greater foreskin length, explained why his prick had
slipped out of its foreskin while my hood covered my
fully swollen shaft and glans right to the end.
"Nice prick, nice foreskin," he commented, as he
jiggled my hood back and forth, slightly stretching
the orifice with each back-stroke. I pulled back hard
on his flesh, and watched the big, helmet-shaped glans
dip as the gee-string tugged it down. The warm,
masculine odor of his cock reached my nostrils, and i
inhaled happily.
"You've got a big tip, I think bigger than mine," he
said, gently tugging the hood down so that the blunt
nose of my helmet appeared. "That's a nice tear-drop
shaped meatus you've got, and I'll bet it shoots big
jets when the moment's right," he said. David's
pee-hole had pouted into an oval shape, filled with
clear lube, which I spread lovingly over his glans. I
tugged his skin forward, and found that I was able
only to bump his corona with it.
"Your skin's pretty tight when you're hard. I think
I'd like to give you direct action on the head," I
suggested. "Sure," he replied, "but use some of that
lubricant on the table. My lube tends to dry out with
the foreskin all the way back." I picked up the small
bottle of silicon oil and decanted a few drops onto
his swollen glans, making sure it was coated from the
blunt dome back to the deep groove behind the flaring
corona. David shivered as my fingers caressed his
sensitive ridge and probed into the groove, and his
hand squeezed my hard prick convulsively.
I used light, fingertip strokes on his glans and the
surrounding sensitive tissues, knowing that heavy
friction would desensitize the nerve endings somewhat.
I also wanted to use a light, almost teasing touch
because I wanted it to last, giving him a slow
build-up that would make him explode when he finally
came.
David now had my prick solidly in his fist, and was
stroking the hood all the way back, then all the way
forward, baring my glans to the root, then covering it
fully on the return. "That's a big, big head on your
cock," he said. "It looks like it makes up one-third
of your cock length." I knew it did, because I'd
measured it, and found that from dome to ridge, my
glans measured a full two inches. "You're right," I
replied. Now a heavy stream of lubricant flowed from
my hole, bathing the glans and foreskin and
overflowing onto his warm, encircling fingers.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Would you like a snake-bite?" he asked. I knew what
he meant, holding my cock between the palms of his
hands and working them in opposite directions to twist
my foreskin side to side over the head. "This'll give
you a super-hot climax," he promised. I knew it would,
having experienced this more than once at the hands of
my friend Stan in Denver, who had made me moan with
pleasure as I'd writhed helplessly under his
ministrations.
"Okay," I agreed, and David began twirling my foreskin
rapidly over my glans, sending messages of pure joy
down the nerves in my penis. The stimulation was
intense, and I knew beyond doubt that I'd be the first
to come. My glans began tingling as I tried to relax
utterly, letting myself fall back onto the bed as
David massaged my turgid penis between his palms.
Despite my trying to prolong the stimulation by
relaxing all of my muscles, I felt myself increasingly
absorbed by the wonderful feelings in my cock. David
was untiring and unrelenting, and I found that the
focus of my attention was the lower part of my body. I
still stroked his prick, my only remaining hold on the
world, as I drifted into an altered state of
consciousness, unaware of the outside world and the
captivating feelings in my cock dominating my mind. My
glans tingled, and I felt the familiar overpowering
urge to pee that precedes an intense orgasm.
My breathing was heavy, and each intense surge of
sensation made me go "HAH" as I felt my excitement
mount. I was supine on the bed, and my eyes closed to
shut out the world as I heard myself grunting
"HAH-HAH-HAH" in the distance. "You're close, really
close," David murmured. "Your balls are tight against
your body, and I can feel your tip swelling." The hot
tingle in my glans flowed down my shaft, and I was
becoming weightless, in free fall.
I felt myself slipping into orgasm, totally absorbed
by the rush of sensations. The rhythmic thudding in my
cock-root sent gushes of juice burning their way up my
tube, until they slammed the lips of my slit open as
they erupted. David's twirling of my foreskin against
my swollen glans produced an intense tingle in the
rim, a sensation that filled my prick and spread down
the shaft to produce more spasms in my cock-root. The
sensations were so intense that I groaned in joyous
agony, disoriented and utterly helpless, totally
enraptured by the wonderful sensations in my prick. I
didn't even feel the hot jets that landed on my chest
and stomach.
As my spasms weakened, I felt the last drops of cream
squeezing through the hole in my tip, dribbling down
to coat my already wet and slippery cock-head. My
glans was becoming too sensitive, and David, sensing
this, stopped stroking me. I lay there torpid for
several minutes, gradually regaining my full
consciousness and my strength, until I got up on one
elbow and smiled my thanks at David, who was wiping
the sperm off my chest. He milked the last drops from
my prick, blotted the end of my glans with a Kleenex,
and replaced the foreskin over the head.
"Your cock's still hard," I remarked, aware that at
some point before I slipped into orgasm I'd let go of
his penis. "I almost came myself, watching you
writhing and crying out, and feeling your prick
throbbing between my hands." he replied. "It was
really exciting watching you come. I'm glad you're a
shooter, not a dribbler." I knew exactly what he
meant. Even though I'm sure they enjoyed their
orgasms, it was always more exciting for me to watch a
guy have a big, blasting, shooting, groaning orgasm
with torrents of cream than one who just seeped a few
drops.
I turned towards him and stabilized his cock with my
left hand, working the glans and root with my right
hand's fingers. He lay back on the bed because the
intensity of these sensations filled him with
pleasure. I heard him take deep breaths as I worked my
fingertip caresses from the blunt nose of his glans
back to the flaring corona, then down to the root of
the glans, returning on the underside, where I
strummed his gee-string until I felt him shudder.
His oval orifice was wide-open and filled with clear
lube, which ran down over his glans and shaft onto my
encircling fingers. I noticed his balls tight against
his body, and felt his shaft swell slightly. The
purple glans darkened, and more lubricant emerged in a
steady flow as he neared the brink. "You're close,
man," I said as I continued to caress his sensitive
spots with my fingertips. "Any second, now." I saw his
eyes close, and his lips draw back from his teeth as
his breathing became ragged.
I felt his glans harden under my fingers, and the next
drop to emerge from his hole was milky. I knew he was
about to tumble into a new world of sensation as I
continued to stroke his tender tissues. Now I ran my
fingers around his rim, in what I knew must be a
maddening caress that would trigger his storm.
David's glans throbbed under my fingers and
a white jet shot from his tip to land on his chest.
His back arched as another throb filled his prick, and
more juice erupted from his turgid tip. His eyes were
screwed shut, and his jaw muscles tight, as more jets
throbbed up his tube and shot high into the air. He
cried out in agonized ecstasy as the overwhelming
sensations gripped him, and his hips thrust in frenzy,
trying to drive his swollen glans deeper into my
fingers as torrents of cream jetted from his hole.
To my surprise, I felt a swelling in my cock. I looked
down to see that I was half-hard, even though I'd just
drained myself a couple of minutes ago. The feel of
his cock throbbing in my fingers, and the sight of his
white jets streaming onto his body, had excited me
again, although I was sure I wouldn't have a second
orgasm now.
Now I again strummed the hot spot under his helmet,
making David howl in ecstasy, but this time I placed
the palm of my hand over his tip, catching the cream
and spreading it over the front of his blunt-nosed
glans. His hips bucked, driving his swollen tip into
my palm, as he cried out again. A sudden intake of
breath told me that his glans had become too
sensitive, and I stopped working it, allowing his
orgasm to expire naturally. When he was quiet, I wiped
him down as he'd done to me, removing the torrent of
juice from his chest and stomach, then milking the
last drops from his prick. I blotted each drop as it
appeared at the end of his glans, then pulled his
foreskin forward to protect the precious head.
"You really came a lot," he said to me when he'd
recovered. "That's because the snake bite always does
that to me," I replied. "You really drained my balls."
"I'm surprised to see that you're half-hard now," he
said. "Just watching and feeling you come did that to
me," I replied.
"When did you last come?" he asked me.
"Three days ago, when I spent a two-hour session
watching videos and stroking my prick. You shot a hell
of a lot too. How long had you been holding that load
in your tanks?"
"Three weeks," he said. "The moment you phoned to say
you'd be coming, I began saving up, because my orgasms
are always longer and hotter when I've got a big load
to shoot. I was afraid a wet dream would empty me
while waiting, but I didn't have any, fortunately, and
your fingertip strokes made me drain myself
completely."
"Well, let's get something to eat," David suggested.
We've got to build up our strength for the rest of the
weekend. And we did.
The end